Tom Riddle Era: Faline Potter

Different Time

Faline's nightgown: https://i.etsystatic.com/12588541/d/il/ee177c/1771396445/il_340x270.1771396445_crrw.jpg?version=0

Euphemia Potter: http://wandw.wdfiles.com/local--files/euphemia/Euphemia_01.jpg

(August 1943, Great Britain) Faline's POV

I woke up in a bed and frown confused. I don't remember going to be last night. I sit up and look around to notice I'm not in my room at Hogwarts. Where am I? I wonder as I get out of bed. I then notice I'm in a pale blue nightgown. What the hell? Who changed my clothes? I think shocked.

Just then the door to the room opened and a beautiful young woman with brown curly hair & hazel brown eyes appeared. She must be about twenty-five. "Oh good you're awake, we were beginning to worry" she says smiling.

"Where am I? Who are you? Who changed my clothes" I ask her confused.

"You must of hit your head harder then we thought dear" the woman says sympathetically. "Your in Great Britain, I am Euphemia Potter and you were wearing that nightgown last night. When my husband Fleamont found you passed out in our garden" she explains.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter? Those are the names of my grandparents. "What year is it?" I ask her.

"1943 August dear" she states and I freeze shocked. I'd gone back in time? How? And how do I return to my time? "Are you ok dear?" she asks me concerned.

"I'm fine" I lie, not wanting to worry her.

"Would like breakfast? I just made a pot of tea" she says smiling. I nod my head and she gives me a robe to wear. I follow her into the kitchen downstairs to see a man reading the Daily Prophet. "Anything interesting darling?" Euphemia asks him. So he must be my grandfather, Fleamont Potter.

"Nothing, Grindelwald still hasn't been caught" he states putting the paper down. He smiles when he notices me. "Hello, I am Fleamont. What's your name?" he asks me. I go to say my name and stop. I don't want to miss up the timeline more then I already am. So I can't tell them the truth.

"Teresa, my name is Teresa" I state. "Thank you for looking after me" I tell them.

"It's our pleasure, but I'm sure your parents are worried about you" Fleamont states as Euphemia gives me a plate of pancakes.

"I don't have parents, they died when I was a baby" I say sadly.

"Oh you poor dear, is there no one to take care of you?" she asks me.

"No, when I wasn't at school learning to control my magic. I was on the streets" I lie.

"Oh you're witch, will you can stay here" she announces. "How old are you?" she asks me.

"Sixteen" I tell her.

"We'll enroll you at Hogwarts to complete your final two years of schooling. It starts in a week" Fleamont states. "I'll send a letter to Professor Dippet" he says before leaving.

"Now how to make you a member of the family" Euphemia muses out loud. "I know, there's a muggle orphanage not far from here. We'll go there and fill out adoption papers" she states smiling.

"What orphanage?" I ask her curious.

"Wool's Orphanage" she states. "Now ate up, we have to g shopping to buy you clothes. Oh I've always wanted a daughter" she says smiling.

"How come you don't have a child already?" I ask her.

"It's to dangerous to have a baby with someone like Grindelwald around. But I'm sure he'll be caught soon and then I can finally have a baby" she states.

"I know a thing or to about looking after babies. If you ever need help, I'd love to baby sit" I tell her.

"That would be a great help, but it may not happen for at least another ten years" she states. More like seventeen years I think to myself. "Anyway you'll be taking our last name. Teresa Potter, do you like that?" she asks me and I nod my head.

"There sent, now lets finish breakfast and then we can go to the orphanage to complete the adoption" Fleamont announces as he returns. "Oh Teresa dear, what were your OWL results?" he asks me.

"'A' in History, 'E' in Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Astronomy and Herebology. Then an 'O' in Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, DADA, Potions and Transfiguration" I state.

"Very impressive, perhaps you can help me in potion making during the holidays" Fleamont states smiling.

"What do you wish to do in future?" Euphemia asks me.

"Well I like magical creatures and enjoy healing. I was hoping to become a healer for creature related injuries. You know dragon burns, werewolf bites. Things like that" I explain.

"I think you'd be an amazing healer" Euphemia states. "You could train as a midwife to and help me deliver in future" she adds smiling.

"Maybe" I tell her. Not wanting to tell her I probably won't be around them. I want to return back to my time, my era. But at least while I'm here I can continue studying. Don't worry Harry, I will return to you big brother. I miss you so much.

A/N

Picture above of Potter Manor and picture on the external link of Fleamont Potter.